Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. “When you married me——” Her little hand flashed out across the table. ” “We might even have—given it up for them!” “I wonder if we could.
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